Overheard at the table next to mine at dinner:
“A few years ago, I wouldn’t even have considered going on a blind date like this.”
(Yes, she is saying this to the man she is on the blind date with. He says nothing — wise man.)
“But now that I’m older, I can see the value. I mean, I wouldn’t want to hit 30 and still be out there looking, you know?”
I need to bite my tongue on all the things I want to say right now about this twenty-something child worrying about being single at thirty. After all, if I’d had her mindset 20 years ago, I might be many years married today, scraping together college tuition payments for my passle o’ children. You know, or something.
But what this snippet of overheard conversation made me realize was that I had almost completely forgotten about my own dating oddyssey! All that time and effort … and one quick trip to Jamaica pretty much erases the whole thing from my memory. Interesting. I’ll have to think about what that’s telling me.
In the mean time, I’ll get busy polishing my pointy-toed button shoes and wrestling my hair into a snood so that I can more completely look the part of Spinster Aunt. Excuse me while I go find a nice, oversized pair of rhinestone-studded cat’s eye glasses …
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